Saved by Sweet Alien Box Set (38 page)

I walked out of the bar alone.

It was warm.  People were everywhere.  Everyone was having fun.

Everyone except for me.

Time to study.  I shook my head and walked fast.

My heels were already killing me.  I should have grabbed cab
but I figured walking a few blocks wasn’t that bad.  It could be great
exercise, right?

Lord, I was so wrong.

I look around.  Oops, this small street was so quiet.  There
was no way I could get a cab here.  My smart decision to take a shortcut didn’t
seem so smart now.

But I knew this area was safe so I kept walking.

A street-smart girl, I knew how to protect myself. 

A car turned onto the quiet street, casting a long shadow of
my body.

Funny.

My arms rose high, dancing.

Oh, wow, my shadow looked like a scary monster.

Then I saw the headlights right beside me.

What the heck?  Was this car going to park here?

None of my business anyway, though the sharp light was
annoying. 

Frowning, I forced myself keep walking.

No biggie, Roxy.  This is a decent area.

After a few moments, I realized that the car was following
me.

Goosebumps grew on my arms.

Holy shit, this was
no fun
.

I looked around but didn’t see a soul. 

Gosh, should I kick off my heels and run?  Or should I
pull out my cell and call 911?

Chills crawled up along my spine. I could hardly breathe.

What do I do now?

I walked faster.

“Need a ride?” Suddenly, I heard the familiar baritone.

It. Was. Him.

Turning around, I saw my Mr. Mystery standing right beside
his Cadillac.

“You scared the shit out of me.” I murmured, my cheeks
burning with deep blush.

“Sorry.” He gave me a tiny smile.

“I thought you left.”

“You thought wrong.”

“So you’ve been waiting for me all this time?” My God, it’s
been least forty minutes.

“You said it.”

He walked toward me.

My heart galloped faster with his every step. 

He stopped right in front of me and looked into my eyes.

I raised my head to look back.

Suddenly, he held me tight and kissed me hard.

His arms were muscular, his chest rock hard.

I was a bit surprised but my arms wrapped around his neck automatically,
as I rose to my tip toes.

I smelled a mix of aftershave and laundry detergent.  His
lips were softer than I had expected, but the roughness of the kiss was nothing
like I’ve ever experienced before.  The sensation coursed through my lips and warmed
my body, it made my pussy swollen and wet.

He lingered at my lips, placing a few more maddening kisses
before moving slowly down my neck.

I relaxed my throat and let out a small moan.  Then my
breath turned into short gasps with each of his kisses, my breasts swelling up
again and again. 

The next moment, I was surprised to feel a huge bulge pushing
my crotch.

Gosh, it was his thick cock.  It was so big.

Before I could react, his kisses landed on my cleavage.  My
moaning turned into growling the moment he sucked on my hardening nipples;
without me noticing, his hand had unbuttoned my blouse and unhooked my bra!

His fingers were now  working to release my tiny hot pants. 
In a second, he pulled down my g-string and stuck his fingers right into my dripping
pussy hole.

Oh, my gosh. He wants to fuck me
on the street
.

One voice was yelling loud in my body,
Run, Roxy, run. 
Stay away from this crazy stranger.

The other voice said,
Oh, come on, so what?  You wanted
him, right?  Let him do it to you.

My legs spread.

This is so wrong, Roxy.
  The first voice alerted me
right away. 
Push him away!  Slap him hard!

But my body ignored the warning in every way.  My legs
wrapped tightly around his waist.  My moans were turning desperate.

He pulled his fingers out of my pussy and peeled me away
from his body, despite my resistance.

Looking right into my eyes, his deep baritone sent a clear
message one word a time:

“I’m going to fuck you.  You understand?”

I looked at him, gasping, a battle raging in my mind.

Now he allowed me the freedom to decide.  Should I turn and leave,
or stay to let him fuck me hard?

Roxy, he is a rude stranger wanting to fuck you on the
street. 

The first voice was so loud.

Yes, I know.

The second voice was so soft and calm.

I ordered my legs to move, wanting to put more space between
our bodies. I needed room to think.

I was shocked to find that my legs were carrying my body to
him, my arms bringing him close.

“Sure you don’t want to leave?” His whisper was right at my
ear.

I dropped my body on his with a tiny “I’m sure.”

“You’re mine for the night.” He bit my earlobe.

“Yes, I
am.
” I’m ready for total surrender.

I found myself in the car. 

He was driving with one hand, while the other hand was busy massaging
my inner thigh.

“Oh, please, Mr. Woodward, concentrate on your driving.”

“Grant.” He pulled his hand back, eyes focusing on the road.

“Yes, Grant. Um… I’m Roxy.  Roxy Danvers.”

Without saying anything, he held my hand and it towards him.

My hand landed on the colossal swelling between his legs. 
Spreading my palm, I can feel the heat and moisture on the other side of the cloth.

His thick cock was pushing up hard.  I pushed it down, but
it bounced back with greater resistance.     

“You’re affecting my driving.” he grinned.

“Yes, I am.” Wrapping my fingers around that yummy cock, I
was crying in my mind
Oh, boy, this is BIG.

The car stopped in the underground garage of a building. 

“Please.” He opened the door for me.

As soon as we entered the elevator, he wrapped his arms
around me.

When the doors opened, it was to a huge room.
This was a private
elevator?!
Everything spelled
luxury
. 

Holy Jesus!  Had I ever seen a TV this big?  The whole wall
was the screen, making it bigger than the ones in a movie theater.

The oval ceiling was decorated with several large crystal chandeliers,
the leather furniture was artfully mixed with sculptures and a pool table.

Stepping out of my heels, my bare feet felt the softness of
the lavish carpet.  

“Want a drink?” His baritone was right at my ear.

I shook my head.

I look up into his intense gaze, so aggressive that it set my
body trembling.

Dear God, I thought I was ready.  Now I wanted to hide, go where
I could no longer feel his heat, his irresistible vibrations of sensual
energy. 

“You… want to back off?”

Gosh, he really
can
read my mind.

I felt his arms loosening around me. Then, cold, as he
stepped away from me.

“I can send you back.” he offered, his eyes losing
brightness.

I scanned his broad frame, avoiding his gaze.  Before my
eyes returned back to meet his, I felt the burning heat already.

He wants me.

Oh, come on, Roxy, don’t tell me you can’t you handle a
really hot guy?  Silly.

This man was a boiling kettle of male hormones, and every
female cell in my body was eagerly raised to meet his masculine lure.     

I turned sharply, burying myself into his strong arms.

I shivered as his body surrounded mine, feeling the
radiation of his male energy deep from his body.

I was now so ready to surrender to his total dominance.

He leaned his head down, lips nudging my ear. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“But I don’t have huge tits.” I can’t believe those words
slipped out of my lips. It might be silly but, I’ve always been insecure.

“Size is not beauty.” His hungry lips kissed its way down my
neck.

I struggled to keep my moaning low, my crotch tightening, my
pussy wetting.

My head dropped to one side, allowing him to leave a trail
of sensual fire across my skin, giving him the greatest liberty. 

His lips reversed their course, inching closer to my aching lips.

I closed my eyes, waiting.

His lips were now on mine, his tongue demanding entry. 

My lips parted, letting him take me, his tongue exploring my
mouth with carnal strokes.

Gosh, he felt and smelled so good.  My body was totally energized.

Opening my eyes, I released a happy moan into his mouth.  My
limbs tightened their clutch on his muscular body, automatic and eager.

He held me possessively with his left hand, as his right
hand reached down to release my hot pants, and then my already soaked g-string.

Within seconds, I found myself on a huge bed in another
room, with absolutely no clothes left.

Looking up, I saw his naked body, well-defined with muscles.
His thick cock stood at full attention.

He stepped close, bending down.  His dominating fingers ran over
my sensitive flesh, hardening my perky boobs, deepening my arousal, and my moans
grow louder.

His circling was coupled with pinches and pulls, elevating
my desire.

My moaning turned anguished, my body losing control.

He rolled onto the bed and crushed down on my body.  My hardened
boobs received a shockwave of flesh heat and muscle, driving me to the edge of
an orgasm.

“Oh, Lord.” I gasped involuntarily.

Pushing my hips high, my body was so hungry for the rough
friction of that throbbing prick.

“You’re so fucking ready.”

“Yeah, I am, for you, Grant.”  My voice thick with desire.

“Tell me you were ready the moment I put the M on your hand.”

“Yes, I was ready the moment you put that M on my hand.  And
I have been ready ever since.” I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Spread your arms.  Stay still.”

Gosh, his voice was so demanding.  No one had talked to me
like this. I wouldn’t think it was acceptable should this conversation have been
somewhere else.

But to hear those commands now- it was exhilarating and
terrifying at the same time. 

Should I let him have full control?

Domination had never been a buzzword in my head, but at this
moment, it felt so right and exciting.

My arms dropped spontaneously, spreading wide.

“So fucking ready, so wet.” His fingers were tracing my
dripping slit. 

Withdrawing his hand, he sent the middle finger into his mouth,
sucking.

“So delicious.  I want to taste more.”

“Oh, god, go ahead.” My body was sizzling hot with horny
sensation.  

His teasing fingers were tracing down my Venus mound, teasing
my clit first, and then the lips.

My legs spread, wanting more, and deeper.  “Grant, I want…”

“Don’t talk.  I know what you want.  But I need to give you
this first.” His middle finger zeroed in on my gushing slit, slipping through my
hungry folds, and retreated with hot juice.

I let out a small moan, watching him taste every drop of my
juice.

His finger came again, in and out, increasing its pace and
intensity with every move. 

My mind was paralyzed with the raw excitement from my
inflamed pussy.

“Hmmm… fuck!” I could barely recognize my wail.  It was full
of pleasure, begging for more.

His kisses sucked in my passionate voice, his finger assaulting
my hungry cunt ruthlessly.

My crotch tensed and I could feel the menacing orgasm taking
over, my hands clenching.

Peeling my lips off from his, I turned my head aside to release
my intense growls as the climax seized my body entirely, making me surf on a
wave of pleasure I’d never experienced before.

“Oh, god, please… fuck me now.” I desperately wanted that meaty
cock, not just a finger.

“I want total control.” He looked at me.

“What?” I asked hesitantly.

“I’m in total control and you’re in total surrender.” His
finger slipped out of my burning pussy.

“I… um… okay, I have some sexual experiences…but only a bit.
What if  I can’t satisfy you.”

“Take your time to decide.”

“I want you to teach me.”

“You do?”

“Uh-huh.  And I want to learn now.” My body was already too hot. 
There was
no way
I would go home without that yummy cock buried deep.

He rolled ontop of me and charged.  The head rammed in
first, and then the bumpy shaft. 

Pleasure and thrill prevailed.  I pushed back to get him
inside as deep as I could. 

“Grant, please…”

“Don’t talk.” His voice was low and firm.

Oops, he wanted full control now.

He rammed into me harder and harder. Orgasm seized my body
at least two more times.  My limbs wrapped around him tight but I had to drop
them back for his full control.

My throat was dry, my body soaked with sweat.

Gosh, being fucked can be so exciting.

He pumped a few more times and then rolled aside.

“You got enough.”  This was not a question.

I nodded.

“Where do you live?” Moments later, he was driving me back
to my tiny studio apartment.

I opened the window.  The breeze was cool.  Sitting on the
couch, I picked up the remote, flipping through the channels without watching.

Moments later, I pressed the power button.  The screen
turned black.

What did I do tonight?  I tried so hard to sort out what
happened.

My cheeks were burning as I remembered.

Gosh, I fucked a stranger.  That was what happened.

I always believed that I was a traditional girl.  I had had
a few relationships but they were all long-term.

What happened tonight?

Did I have a one night stand?

Gosh, it wasn’t even that because, because for a one night
stand I’d have had to stay for the night, right?

I literally gave my body away to a stranger who fucked me
hard and then sent me home.

How rude.

How embarrassing.

How
wrong
.

I couldn’t believe I did that.

But still I wanted him. 

More.

The way he drank me with his eyes, his kisses, his fingers,
his cock.  Gosh, his everything.

Roxy, you’re hopeless.

Shaking my head, I picked up a textbook.  Next week was Finals. 
I’d better stay focused.

Twenty minutes later, my eyes drifted from my book. I hadn’t
read a single word. 

My belly was rumbling.  I needed food.

Stretching, I stood up and strolled into the kitchen. 

Maybe I can make some spaghetti?

Oh, Lord, it was 2:15 in the morning.  Forget about the
spaghetti.

Forging through the fridge, I found a big piece of pepperoni
pizza. 

I knew eating a pizza this big during the night was going to
be hell for my diet but I couldn’t care less at the moment.

Five minutes later, I shoveling down the pizza, and a creamy
mushroom soup.

So good.

My alarm clock woke me up at 7:30 sharp. 

God, I want more sleep.

I reached for the clock, trying to turn it off. 

“Bang!” It dropped to the floor, but the high pitched alarm
refused to stop.

“Fucking asshole.” I jumped down and smashed the Stop button.

“Thank you.” I put the clock back to my nightstand.

Limping to the bathroom, I let out a few groans and curses. 
Jesus Christ, he had fucked me too hard.

I checked carefully, finding a few blue and red marks on my
neck.  The damage on my tits was way more severe but I could easily hide them
with a fully padded bra.

My eyes were puffy.  I had been dreaming about him the whole
night. 

Why the heck should I dream about a stranger, especially
one who was so rude?

Heck. That was over. 

Stepping off the bus, I walked quickly to the lecture hall. 
I just want to get the reading done before class.

“Roxy…” Oops.  My ‘bestie’ Megan caught me. 

I guess I can forget about the reading.

“Oh, hi, Megan.” I put up a smile.

“You didn’t ask me how my night was,” she said, giving me a
knowing smirk.

“How was your night?” I forced another smile.

“It. Was. Fantastic.”  She showed me a few places on her
cheeks.  “See here and here?” Then she proceeded to show off her bruises, some
more on her neck and C cups.

“Want to see what happened to my inner thighs?” Her hands
moved to the edge of her mini skirt.

“Oh, no, no, no need.  Please.” So many students were
walking by.

“Sure you don’t?” She was giving me the final bestie opportunity.

“One hundred percent.”

“Alright.” She stepped back, examining my body up and down a
few times.

“How was
your
night?” Finally, she grinned.

“I was studying.”

“Studying?  Are you sure?” Her stare turned suspicious.

“Whatdoyoumean?” I mumbled, cheeks burning.

“You had a good time last night, didn’t you?”

Huh? How could she know? I couldn’t believe my ears.

“Oh, no, I was studying.” But my deepening blush gave me
away.

“Right, studying a guy’s dick, right?”  Her smirk was huge.

“Who fucked you?  How many?” She demanded, stepping in
close.

“Oh, yeah, did that rich bitch fuck you?”  Suddenly, she
beamed.

“No way.” I struggled to protest, unable to look her in the
eye.

“Look at you.  So fucking lost.  He didn’t fuck you enough
and you want
more
, huh?”

Holy Jesus, my ‘bestie’ was a fucking-expert who knew
everything in bed.

Finally, it was
over
.  The exam week was tough but I
did well.

Now it was time to look for a summer job.  I needed the
money for my coming semester.

The job search sites were disappointing. There were very few
interesting positions.  All I could do was to submit my resume and wait.

It all felt like throwing a resume into a black hole.  The
job market didn’t look promising at all this year.

Logging into my Gmail account, I was expecting a blank inbox
or some
thank-you-no-thank-you
HR emails.

My heartbeat doubled when I saw an email titled:
Medical
Assistant Position Available
.

What? Was this a scam?

I bit my lower lip and clicked on the email, determining
that I wouldn’t click on any attachment in case a filthy virus was attached,
ready to attack my computer.

There was no attachment.

The email read:

Dear Ms. Danvers,

After carefully reviewing your online, we feel that you
might be a perfect fit for the Medical Assistant position with us.  I would really
appreciate it if you would take a look at the job description below, and let me
know if you can come for an interview next Wednesday, June 20, at 2:00pm.

Sincerely Yours,

Nancy Simon

FDS Financial Group, Inc. 

New York

Whoa, this was absolutely incredible.  I scanned through the
job description and found it was an absolute cake walk. 

Of course I want the job.

Gave me pause, though, was the fact that the interview
invitation was from a financial company, not a medical or healthcare center. 
What was going on?

Why did a financial institution need a medical assistant?

I Googled the company right away and found that it was a
publicly traded, multi-billion dollar business.

Yep. I’m going.

I emailed my confirmation right away.

The building was covered with blue glass,

shining skyscraper in Lower Manhattan. 

The elevator hurtled me at a dazzling speed to the eighty
sixth floor.  The door swung open, and I was in a huge lobby of granite, steel,
and glass.
FDS Financial Group, Inc.
was written in steel on the wall.

I walked over to the front desk.  The carpet was so thick
and soft that I had a hard time keeping my balance on my heels.

Behind the huge curving brown desk, a pretty,
almost-too-perfect-to-be-real
blonde girl gave me a pleasant smile.  

“How can I help you?”

“I’m Roxy Danvers and I have a job interview with Ms. Nancy
Simon at two.”

“Please give me a sec, Ms. Danvers.”

Her ebony suit and pencil skirt, and her snowy white shirt
were the sharpest I’d ever seen.  I began to wonder if I’d made a big mistake
not to pay the one hundred fifty six bucks plus tax for a new business suit.  This
job was so important to me.  My only hope now was that Ms. Simon understood the
importance of food over clothing for a pre-med student.

The girl pressed a button and whispered on her headset.  Soon
after, she took off the headset and smiled to me.

“Ms. Simon is expecting you.  Please sign in here, Ms.
Danvers.”

I scribbled my name on the form, along with the crap like
the date and time of my visit, who to see, and why. 

“Great.  Please go through this glass door and then turn
right.  Look for the meeting room ‘Pacific’.  Please use this card to open the
door.”

She handed me a security card labeled ‘Visitor’.  That
reminded me that I didn’t belong here.  I was only a visitor, a poor pre-med
student. I had nothing to do with their multi-billion dollar financial
business.

Sighing inwardly, I thanked her and took the card.  I pushed
the card into a small slot beside the door, and the tiny red light turned
green.  Pulling out the card, I pushed the glass door slightly. 

It opened.